We walked through Woods, side by side,
you told me everything you kept inside,
I held it all, didn’t let you fall,
I cared too much… you barely at all.
You laughed with me, I fell for you,
you kept it light, I thought it was true,
I gave you love, without a break,
you gave me warnings I didn’t take.
You said “don’t fall,” I fell anyway,
you said “this won’t last,” I chose to stay,
you called it “karmic,” kept it small,
like what we had meant nothing at all.
Was I just someone who made it easier?
Someone's bandage when life got heavier?
You felt better, then let me go,
like I was something you used and outgrew.
You moved on fast, like I was fine,
like I didn’t cross every line,
you said “just friends,” like it’s okay,
but I lost myself along the way.
Now you’re at peace, and I’m still here,
stuck with the weight you left this year,
so call it “karmic,” call it what you need,
but deep inside, it’s clear to see,
it wasn’t karmic… at least for me.
Look I know how it looks
and yes I see your eyes
but she’s just a friend
we share coffee we talk too long
sometimes we even laugh at the same joke
It’s nothing more than that
I promise I didn’t plan it
no hearts were harmed no rules broken
she just happens to exist in my orbit
like the neighbor’s cat or that weird plant in your kitchen
So relax a little
I’m still yours
our love isn’t hiding under the couch
we are just friends
honest to everything funny and ridiculous.
He says we're just friends,
But if I don’t Talk for a single day,
He grows restless,
searching for my voice or my text.
When I rest my head upon his shoulder,
His hand finds my cheek, gentle and caring,
—As if protecting something precious.
When he takes my hand in his,
It feels like an unspoken promise,
—A quiet vow lingering between our fingers.
As we walk together, the world slows down,
And the destination seems far away,
As if time itself wears a crown.
—As if Universe itself conspires to keep us near.
He says we’re just friends,
But sometimes, it feels like more.
It feels like he loves me—not as a friend,
But as a man loves a woman, deeply, wholly.
Yet still, he says we’re just friends...
—Beloved
—And I wonder—does his heart whisper differently?
Lately, I have not been in touch
Though, I like talking to you - much.
The reason, which I'll share with you
Is embarrassing, but true.
I have a brain and two good eyes.
So, I mainly see, and I'm mainly wise,
But a small part of me is not so smart.
I'd like to think it is my heart.
One thing I can clearly see -
Your old enough, to my daughter be.
You have beauty that is very rare,
While I'm old, skinny and have no hair.
Worse yet - my limitations are many.
Things I do, places I go - hardly any.
All this is fine - 'cuz we're just friends,
But this is not quite where this poem ends.
When I see you in a pretty dress,
The brain inside my head works less.
All the things above which I should know
Turn inside my brain to dough.
I don't want you to see a silly fight
Between dumb Dave wrong, and smart Dave right.
I don't think it would be very cool
To make you put up with such a fool.
Well, anyway, forget what I said
About my eyes, and about my head.
Excuse me if my behavior weirdly tends,
And you and I can just be friends.
I told you from the beginning,
this is all it will ever be,
You told yourself that I was wrong,
you knew best for me
I tell you we are only friends,
I remind you all the time
Even though I pull you close
and kiss you like you’re mine
Perhaps that’s why you tell yourself
that I will change my mind
You analyze the things I do,
always looking for a “sign”
So I was telling you one thing,
while you told yourself another…
I told you we are just friends,
who happen to be lovers.
You told yourself it meant more
and I’d change if you kept trying,
I can understand why you feel lied to
but which one of us was lying?
We're talking to each other
We are under the covers
We're just chatting
Although it feels like we're lovers
We're not at the same place
Though it does not matter
We're just talking online
Yet it makes my heart scatter
You invite me over
It feels like a date
I reply with yes
You say it's too late
You say you were joking
I say I was pulling your leg
That I knew it was a joke
Yet my heart came down a peg
I'll always be your friend
Will never be your lover
Never like my dreams
Where we love each other
I'll see other girls with you
They're so damn at ease
Yet when I look at you
They go weak, my knees
I know we're just friends
We'll never be anything more
And hoping for the opposite
Would just be hoping for a fairy lore
Please may I have this slow waltz, he shyly asked.
She watched his comely face, his elegant stance.
She blushed, she felt elated, accepted fast,
And hoped that this meeting was not just one chance.
They danced around the room, a three step slow dance.
Yet he did not hold her tight and close to him.
Still she felt the music and swirled in a trance,
The love in her eyes filled with tears to the brim.
This waltz would be great and could last for ever.
Oh how she wished to feel him closer to her,
That they would never end dancing, oh never.
He held aloof, like a cat he sensed her purr.
The dance soon ended. It's tango next, she said.
Sorry, the tango's special, I can't agree.
Her poor heart fluttered and eager love just bled.
“We'll always be friends,” but she’ll wait for him.
I never meant to love you
It just happened by chance,
I wanted just to be your friend;
Not sharing a new romance.
But something happened suddenly
Before my heart would know
I came to know a side of you;
That caused my love to grow.
With the tender way you touch me,
I pray, it will never end.
There are men in my life
Whom I love and adore
The feeling is mutual
Of this I am sure
Shared feelings of companionship
Loyalty and trust
Compassion and friendship
Not verging on lust
We have an understanding
Without any strings
Soul mates and kindred spirits
They give my heart wings
I love all these men
And the feeling is divine
They light up my life
They make my world shine
Their friendship I treasure
It's worth more than gold
I feel very fortunate
As I'm growing old
To have such warm feelings
And feel so secure
In these troubled times
With so much to endure
How lovely to know
I can simply depend
On the men in my life
Who I can proudly call "friend" .......
If perchance PS poets
This rhyme you have read
I need to tell you sadly
These men are now dead
Except for my dear Husband
And male family
The men that I mentioned
Are all history
In the doldrums of a hushed space,
Of a part of vacuous open to silence,
Undisturbed stares party to patience,
The essence shared natures reticence,
Lies a formidable barrier of hinderance,
Unseeable with a naked eyes abstinence,
Choose to remain adamant in forbearance,
At times happens between friends ignorance,
As we part our ways oblivious to circumstance,
That this started out to be an odd happenstance,
For it went so out of hand it led us to imprudence,
And sort of panned to us both losing our innocence.
Date: 06/02/2019
You offer your smile when you see me cry
Lending your air when I need to breathe
Becoming my heart when I need to feel
Being there each time when I miss a beat.
In your gratifying image I retain my own
For your friendship is all I've even known,
Residing there, leaning on you frequently
Making your home my place of sanctuary.
Trusting your navigation I steer my life
Relying readily on your calming advice,
Traversing your roads to take me there
Where you and I haven't been together.
Happily you treat me like I'm a queen-bee
Holding a reservoir of hive full of honey.
Yet, you don't wish to partake in sampling
Afraid that it might ruin our friendship.
Heart you lent me yearns for your love,
Smile you gave me aches for your touch.
No point denying the message they send,
Wishing we were more than just friends.
March 18, 2018
Placed first in contest #512 by Brian Strand
"Just friends, Just friends", I whisper
"Enough, Enough", I say.
Surely, Slowly
This overwhelming need for more
Will go away.
One day
This undying hope for you will find its way.
"Just friends, Just friends", I say.
An urge to speak
Not that I must
But it is your attention I yearn
Or maybe affection
From my recollection
It's not just words that memory keeps
Sometime in the past
Before silence would last
There were secrets for just you and me
I Remember it well
The days that once held
A new found intimacy
The slightest of touch
A wink and nudge
Your tease made me weak in the knees
Those moments we had
Aching, breathless and that
Is the way which we used to be
now, That's all long gone
Cause Something went wrong
our story had come to an end
So We sit here outside
Alone, side by side
And quietly try to be friends
We're just friends
I've told you time and again
You locked my dog inside a pen
We really had to make amends-
And now we're just friends
We're just pals
I've said it over and over
You buried all of my oil pascals
Really rude and moreover
You don't even seem to have morale-
So now we're just pals
We're just colleagues
How many times must I say it?
You're such a lying hypocrite
You tried to join all the jerk off leagues-
So now we're just colleagues
WE'RE JUST PAST ACQUAINTANCES
LAST TIME I SAY!
YOU TOOK ALL OF MY MONTHLY PAY
AND TRIED TO ENTER THE GOLDEN SLEIGH!
YOU NEVER WORK AND NEVER PRAY
AND YOU"RE ALWAYS COMMENTING ON HOW MUCH I WEIGH!
YOU HATE MY DELICIOUS NUTRITIOUS WHEY
AND TO YOU EVERYTHING ON EARTH IS GREY
SO TO OUR RELATIONSHIP
NAY I SAY!!!!
Just friends, you say are you and I.
For you, I'll try, but it's untrue.
I care for you. I can't say why.
Oh, how can I, when I'm near you?
You reach for me with warm embrace
I lose my grace within your arms,
enchanted arms. I just can't face
this lonely space without your charms.
For you, I'll try to be a friend
but in the end you'll always know
how close I'll grow, my minuend,
if life I spend within your glow.
For who are you and what am I
when lost am I in your blue eyes.
My heart's disguise, for you I'll lie,
and won't ask why, through tear filled guise.
01-02-17
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